lil things that make yan blade go feral:
you tugging on his sleeves to get his attention
when you step on your tiptoes to reach something that's high
how you jump and squeak in surprise when he sneaks up on you
talking back to him over minor disagreements (telling a 6'2 stellaron hunter with a bounty of 8.13 billion credits that you refuse to acknowledge him until you get your phone back takes some Courage)
the mild look of concern you try concealing when he comes back bruised and bloodied
dozing off someplace random (it gives him the excuse to scoop you up and put you into bed)
wearing clothes that are too big on you (he might have a blank face but just know the synapses in his brain are firing away more than they have in a century)
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I like to imagine Duke is the only one who knows Jason’s magic, because he can literally see it on him. The swords are floating in his back or ties to his arms or some such. He doesn’t bring it up, not his business, until one day they’re in a fight and things are looking dicy. Jason’s injured and punches aren’t doing anything, so duke just… picks up one of the swords.
Cue horror and confusion from everyone including Jason.
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blade literally pouting until you come back and kafka immediately assigns you the job of cheering him up
"..."
"...?"
"..."
upon returning from your latest job, blade instantly took to acting as your second shadow. this, in and of itself, isn't unusual. you stopped questioning this habit long ago, as it clearly pleases him. what you do find unusual is the unnerving stare he's currently directing your way.
"... is something wrong?"
after a second that seemingly lasted forever, he shakes his head.
"hm," you hum, placing a finger to your cheek in thought. "this isn't fair, y'know. your poker face is so convincing that i almost believed you."
he crosses his arms over his chest. "what would you have me say?"
"plenty of things!" you exclaim, to which he grimaces, realizing his mistake a moment too late. "that you think i'm just the cutest thing ever, how much you've missed me, all your thoughts, feelings, deepest, darkest desires— mmf!"
blade's gloved hand covers your mouth, putting a premature end to your tirade.
"are you finished?" he deadpans.
you nod.
he considers you at length before releasing you, muttering under his breath about you being a 'lousy liar.' you notice how his gaze lingers on your lips. a brief flicker dances within his eyes, hinting at the fervor he constantly battles to contain.
suddenly, it dawns on you.
"oh!"
you close the distance with an apologetic smile. "i did forget something important, didn't i?"
standing on your tiptoes, you steady yourself by wrapping your arms behind his neck. out of habit, his hands find your hips, securing you further. your lips almost connect — before mischief gets the better of you. you change your destination to his cheek, planting a chaste kiss there.
he blinks, slowly processing what's just occurred.
you prepare for a swift escape.
blade, however, foresees your intentions, and tightens his grip. effectively trapped, you squirm in place, chuckling nervously to dispel the building tension.
“close, but not quite,” he scolds. then, he lowers his voice to a whisper. “try again.”
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